"Which four words?" Wen Ting asked curiously.
"Moving Cannon Room! How about that? Pretty fitting, isn't it?" Qi Yue said with a mischievous grin.
"You can drop dead, Qi Yue! You, you're such a pervert. No way, regardless of whether we buy the inflatable bed or not, it's just for me alone. If you dare come up, I'll...!" Wen Ting threatened Qi Yue fiercely.
Qi Yue made a thoughtful face, "I remember someone promised something yesterday, now somehow it's changed. Ah, women are such fickle creatures."
"Who promised anything? Are you asking for a beating, hmm?" Wen Ting pinched hard on Qi Yue's soft abdomen.
Qi Yue winced in pain, "Go ahead, bully me. Once my power is restored, I'll be the one to show you what it's like."
Wen Ting giggled, "Well, we'll worry over that once your power is back. Ah! You reminded me though, I need to take this opportunity to tease you, wouldn't it be a pity not to?"
